World of Warcraft Invasion Marvel

Chapter 131

Pharaoh put his hand on his forehead, completely speechless.

Tony, Tony, your big string of numbers is almost left over from junior high school in my previous life. Do you want to show off so poorly?
If he hadn't known that Tony was proud and self-centered, he would have thought he was chatting with a high school student under the age of 18.

You're 40. Well, Mr. Tony Megalomaniac Stark!

a shame.

Of course, these figures are still very shocking to knowledgeable scientists, such as Fitz.

Tony is undoubtedly the idol of all physicists and construction machinery experts, and Fitz is no exception.

When he saw his idol, he was already very shy. He was almost speechless and stammered: "S... Stark... Mister, uh, it's an honor... to meet you!"

He rubbed his hands nervously before reaching out his left hand.

Switched to the right hand again.

"Former researcher of S.H.I.E.L.D. Science and Technology Department, now director of Dark God Book Laboratory."

Lao Wang briefly introduced, with a flat tone: "He is responsible for the brain mapping and memory uploading I told you about."

"Ok?"

Tony had planned to deal with it casually. There were not many scientists who could catch his eye, and almost all of them were dead.

But when he heard Lao Wang's words, he immediately paid attention to it, and stretched out his right hand very reservedly: "It's not a bad research direction. Shall we go and have a look?"

Being praised by the idol, Fitz almost didn't mention it in one breath, rubbed his chest quickly, and looked at Old Wang.

Those little eyes were full of "longing".

"Let him come, that's what he does." Lao Wang smiled and made a "please" gesture.

"Mr. Stark, this way please!" Fitz quickly led the way.

"Go get busy."

Lao Wang waved his hand, and the others dispersed, only Simmons, Lucy and a group of scientists followed.

For Tony, Simmons still admires him very much.

Although both are two Ph.D.s and are not in the same field, Simmons is clear:
People are just not interested in getting more.

To him, that thing is just a piece of waste paper, not as valuable as the oil paper used to wrap hamburgers.

And everyone knows that Mr. Stark is not only good at physics and engineering, he, like Dr. Banner, is a veritable all-rounder.

A group of people soon came to the laboratory, and Fitz showed all the results to Tony.

The pictures and text on the screen kept appearing, and Fitz explained patiently while demonstrating.

However, Tony was obviously very impatient, and couldn't help shouting: "There is no need to be so detailed, 2 times... no, 4 times the speed!"

accelerate?
Fitz and Simmons looked at each other and took a breath.

I knew Mr. Stark was awesome, but I didn't know he was so awesome!
We have studied the topic for several months, so much profound and complicated knowledge, you can figure it out after reading it?

And let no one live?
Fitz had no choice but to speed up, talking less and less. Most of the time he was demonstrating, and finally Tony snatched the mouse.

"Still using a mouse? Master Wang, your laboratory is too bad. I'll send someone over tomorrow with a set of holographic equipment for free."

Tony is still the same Tony, self-centered as always, regardless of other people's feelings.

For ordinary people, this kind of personality is destined to be difficult to get things done, looking for beatings, but Tony is different.

His talent and intelligence, like the sun at 12 o'clock, are enough to cover all shadows and all shortcomings.

Browsing pictures and texts non-stop, turning pages is faster than turning faces.

In less than 3 hours, he read the research materials of the entire laboratory for several months and understood them all.

Although learning is far simpler than research, such a fast speed is still amazing and embarrassing.

At this moment, the feeling of Fitz and the others is no longer "Sheng Yu He Sheng Liang", they have no such qualifications at all.

If Tony is Zhuge Liang, they probably only have Lu Bu's IQ.

The entire laboratory fell into absolute silence.

Only the sound of brushing.

Holding a pen and a piece of paper, Tony calculated and thought alone.

The difficulty is a very complicated formula.

This reminded him of that night of wine and beauty nine years ago.

Back then he was able to casually correct a crucial terminal enzyme repair algorithm when he was drunk. Now, both knowledge and IQ are higher than before, but it is absolutely impossible to solve the answer to this formula so quickly .

Difficulty is not a level at all.

The self-healing of the human body based on the chemical coding of a certain area of ​​​​the brain cannot be compared with the precise mapping of the entire cerebral cortex. If the former is compared to elementary school, then the latter is high school.

What's more, it also involves memory uploading.

"Jarvis, cancel all meetings, speeches or other things tomorrow, tell Pepper not to go back to eat at night, and not to eat tomorrow... No, no models, no female stars!"

Tony makes a phone call and eats a hamburger.

The lights in the laboratory were always on, and Fitz, Simmons and the others were not sleepy at all, so Lao Wang naturally had no interest in staying longer.

Skye has been venting for days, Whitehall has been out of shape, she needs care now, needs a warm embrace.

And of course a big comfortable bed.

In the past, I was the only one who could manipulate the vibration of any part of the body with qi, but now Skye can do it too, and based on the instinct at the genetic level, it is even better, which saves Lao Wang a lot of effort.

No words all night, only exercise.

The next night.

The violent knock on the door woke Pharaoh awake.

"Boss, it's solved, Mr. Stark is solved!"

"God, what a genius he is, as great as Dr. Erkins!"

"He is an angel with broken wings!"

"Mr. Stark should really restart the super soldier project, he will be able to restore Dr. Erkins' super soldier serum!"

"No, he definitely won't, his steel armor is much stronger than super soldier serum!"

Fitz sounded like five hundred ducks.

This is not an angel, it is earwax.

Pharaoh had no choice but to get up.

"Easier than I thought."

In the laboratory, Tony has a pair of panda eyes, holds his head high, and looks like "this question is too easy, I haven't even worked hard yet": "I'm sleepy, I'm going to sleep!"

As a result, after standing up and taking two steps, my legs felt weak.

The look of embarrassment was fleeting, and Tony lay down directly on the table.

Fell asleep.

"Boss, Mr. Stark not only solved the answer, but also designed the most critical equipment!"

Fitz came over with a stack of sketches, excited: "Mr. Stark is such a genius! If it weren't for him, I might have needed two weeks to design a complete structure diagram. But now, it only takes two days at most!"

"By the way, Mr. Stark said that he can help manufacture equipment. His home is the best laboratory and the best smart housekeeper. He invited me to work at his home tomorrow!"

"Digging the wall in front of me?" Old Wang was taken aback, looking at Tony with a bad look on his face.

Tired of living?

"Uh, I definitely won't go to Stark Industries, there are not as many research topics as there are laboratories."

It took Fitz more than ten seconds to react, and he quickly explained: "I'm going to his house to make equipment with him, and I'll come back when I'm done. I'm very interested in the framework and quantum brain you mentioned. Those things are more Brain mapping and memory uploading are even more difficult..."

"No need to explain, just go if you want... No, go to sleep first, you all go."

After glancing at a large number of panda eyes, Lao Wang waved his hand, injecting real energy into their bodies, stimulating certain acupoints.

Everyone fainted and snored.

"Scientists, scientists, I'm so busy, I can't afford to provoke you..."

Sighing, Pharaoh got up and turned up the air conditioner by 10 degrees.

……

……

Afghanistan, a mountainous area.

After a long search and comparison, the Mark [-] after the explosion was finally reassembled and presented to all terrorists.

Looking at this mighty and majestic armor, Zara seemed to see the majestic posture of his ancestor "Genghis Khan" riding a horse and whipping his whip.

That was his dream image.

"As long as there are 20, I can dominate Asia and restore the glory of my ancestors!"

He had high hopes for this set of steel armor.

"Boss, Obadi is dead, what should we do, who will make it? Who will provide us with munitions?" one of the subordinates asked.

"Someone will."

Zara looked in the direction of the United States: "For example...Justin Hammer!"

　Thanks to "Junyuewoxing" for the 1000 tip.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)